Monthly Archives: September 2007

riley and i are in much better shape now

Riley and I went for a 4.3mi walk on Tuesday (link goes to Gmap Pedometer route). I figured we would walk until he stopped pulling at the leash for me to go faster. That took 1.57mi across Oak Bay into Fairfield. Then we followed the new Oak Bay Centennial Trail along the ocean, looking out at the end-of-the-world view I love so very very much. We walked up Gonzales Hill, Riley bouncing up the rough granite steps and then looking back at me to tell me to keep up. I stopped to admire the view, and then we walked back down through Oak Bay to home. I feel I am back in better walking condition, and Riley is certainly in better shape than he was when I got home last Friday.

Seriously, there is no therapy for stress quite like walking through someplace beautiful. And its even better when you have a large dog who stops to nudge your hand every little while, just so he can tell you how much he is enjoying the walk and how much he adores you.

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if this works, my tivo is now a slingbox

One of the things that mildly annoys me about going home is missing American TV. I don’t watch THAT much TV, but what I do, I’m very intent on seeing. Like, y’know, Weeds. Or, yes, I admit it, I will be disappointed if I have to wait a whole week to see the season premiere of My Name Is Earl.

Therefore, I Google’d transferring TIVO shows over the Interweb, and got this thread. It was VERY VERY HELPFUL. Now I can access my TiVO like a web server, and download shows that can be watched with the TiVO software. It’s a very considerate back door fix that allows even tech-competent folks to access their shows remotely (if it works), but doesn’t violate TiVO’s copyright and content access restrictions. TiVO does not sanction this method of watching TV. Very smart, TiVO.

If it works from outside my home network…my TiVO is basically a Slingbox, and I will be up to date on all the season premieres while on the go next week. Too cool.

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parental overload

Paul’s parents are here this week. Well, not right now. Right now they are in Vegas with Paul and Paul’s brother Steve. But they are in the general region this week, and were here Thursday and Friday. My mother is also here, because she wanted to visit her daughter & her best friend in L.A., and by coming this weekend, she got to meet Paul’s family. She is also not here right now though, because she is in West L.A. at her best-friend-of-fifty-years’ house. And I love my mommy – but I am SO parent’d out right now that I am glad to be alone.

So that’s why I’m home right now, in my apartment in Old Los Angeles, which seems huge tonight with only myself to inhabit it. I wanted the quiet time to finish the book I was reading (Lois Battle’s Storyville), to blog, and to get some sleep. It has been a whirlwind – and exhausting – few days with both our moms, one dad, and one younger sibling (my dad and my sister being back in Canada). All the parents rolled in on Thursday, spent Friday hanging out, and then Paul’s family left today while I spent the day with Mom. But everyone has been getting along splendidly, and if I’m tired, it’s just from doing so much on top of an exhausting work week. I didn’t even have to expend much energy on making sure everyone got along. I’m just tired from schlepping all over Los Angeles for two days.

This kind of weekend reminds me a lot of the expression “you don’t get to choose your relatives.” You not only do not get to choose your blood relatives, but you also don’t get to choose the family that you acquire by marriage. All our parents are being introduced and being told, “OK, here’s the people you will be SHARING ALL FUTURE GENERATIONS WITH.” In my case, that’s then appended with “because your kids got drunk and hooked up at a Hollywood goth club.” My mother spent Friday afternoon at the Getty Villa, chatting about gardens with Paul’s mom, pretty much because Paul and I both went to Bar Sinister one night in 2006. They will be connected for life because Paul and I are getting married.

I think we’re really lucky though. Both Paul and I have very, very sweet mothers. Both of our mothers appreciated how the other family had readily taken in and welcomed Paul and I. I feel like his family immediately accepted me as part of their extended clan, and my family, after a brief hazing, did the same with Paul. Both of them are already warm and friendly enough that I have high hopes of them really liking each other, rather than just accepting that they have to put up with each other like so many in-laws do. My mother thinks Paul’s dad is also wonderful, and I think his parents will get along fine with my father when they meet him next month. This has been an exceptionally not stressful weekend, and I’m very very lucky.

I’m just still so tired that I didn’t have the energy to go see my friends tonight. And now, I barely have the energy to keep my eyes open. It’s time to go curl up in bed, all alone, which I am NOT used to. Tomorrow, my mother meets more of my friends. And her friends meet my friends. And my bridal shower planning kicks off. Yay.